davidklecha | Zombie Post-Mortem (Reply)

As promised.

Last things first: My good buddy Matt joined in on the Blog Like It’s The End Of The World thingy a little late, posting a couple entries about the defense of his own small town down in Indiana. He said the fun part was incorporating some of things that did actually happen, and working them into a more dramatic telling of his day.

Which is sort of how it worked for me, but a little less so since my life is nowhere near as exciting as his. For instance, I did go down to Main Street, but only to go talk to the town’s building inspector (who is, conveniently, there from 3:30 to 5:00 on Wednesdays), not sit in a sniper perch on one of the rooftops.

Going in, I was a bit hesitant about doing it, and got more anxious leading up to it because, well, I’d be lying. I suppose it would be one thing if everyone who read here and at the LJ also read My Elves Are Different and knew exactly what all was up. But yeah, it’s an uneasy thing lying on a blog, even if it is just to take part in a collective narrative. There is that atmosphere of trust and openness in these things, and while I was just helping tell a story, it seemed odd and disconcerting, at least until there was a wide and cozy collection of folks taking part. Then it was cool, I guess.

But it was nifty reading everyone else’s entries on the topic, and MEAD has collected some very nice examples.

My final, thought, though is: how many of the recent dead would just be slamming around inside their graves because their families invested in the $10,000, hermetically-sealed, bronze-lid coffin or sealed them into a giant concrete crypt? I’m guessing a the biggest danger of a real zombie uprising would be the distraction of all that frustrated, subterranean moaning.